"Just say it out loud, Tina! Say you hate Jacob, and you hate me, and you hate it when I read you."
"I don't hate you, Queenie, or Jacob."
"Why do you try to lie to me?! You want to leave, then leave!"
"Fine, yes, sometimes I do hate it when you read my mind! It's one thing when we were kids, but I'm a grown woman now, I want to have my own life, sometimes, okay?"
"Fine, then go have it! I'm not stopping you!"

"Oh, and what a world we could make for all humanity, we who live for truth, for freedom... and for love."

"Queenie."
"Queenie."
"He wants what we want."
"Queenie!"
"Walk with me!"
"WALK WITH ME!"

Queenie!
Queenie!

Queenie screaming. Flashes, faces. Queenie crying. Grindelwald. Laughing. Queenie screaming. Queenie hurting.

"QUEENIE!" Tina sat bolt upright in bed, her forehead and face soaked in sweat and tears.
There was a scuffling and the door opened to admit Newt. "Tina? Tina, are you alright?"
Tina said nothing, but turned to look at him, panting, distraught. He knelt and wiped her face with his sleeves. "Shh, Tina, you're alright. It was only a nightmare."
"Queenie," Tina finally managed, shaking her head. "She's hurting. He's hurting her. He's hurting her, Newt."
Newt pushed his hand into her hair and continued wiping away the tears as they fell. "It was just a dream, Tina. Just a bad dream. We're going to find her. I promise."
Tina watched him for a moment, catching her breath, and worked her hand into his. "What if it wasn't? Every night, I have to hear myself yell at her. Every night I have to see the tears I caused. I can't do this, Newt. I can't go back to sleep. Help me."
Newt stood and lifted her to her feet. "Come on, then. I'll put something together for you in my case."
They walked quietly down the hall hand-in-hand and into the other bedroom, where Theseus and Jacob lay sleeping. Newt gingerly opened his case and helped Tina down.
A gentle crying came from the corner of the room and Newt sighed. "That'll be Pumpernickel. Always wanting a midnight snack." He took the little black and white niffler out of the cage and held it in one arm as he poured milk into a feeding bottle and heated it with his wand.
"Is that a baby bottle?" Tina asked.
"Even muggles use them to feed baby animals," Newt said, and she corrected him, "No-Majes."
Newt smiled at her and put his finger on the end of the bottle to shake it. "If you want to feed Pumpernickel I can mix up a sleeping drought for you."
"Oh!" Tina took the baby niffler in her arms and smiled at it for a moment before offering it the the bottle. It clasped onto the glass and began sucking furiously, nestling comfortably into the crook of her arm.
"I remember the first time Mother let me hold Queenie," she said thoughtfully, and Newt turned with his wand in his mouth as he twisted some four sprigs of lavender into the mortar.
Tina laughed a little. "I don't know how I remember that. I was only two. I used to feed her, when she was a little older, though. And she'd make me rock her to sleep, and sing to her, until she was seven."
Newt chopped some valerian and added it to the cauldron with the lavender and wormwood. "Theseus would sing to me. I used to have nightmares, and as soon as he learned to make a sleeping draught at Hogwarts he'd send me some every month." He laughed a little. "I wonder whether I would have got in less trouble if he'd still been at Hogwarts when I was there."
"He certainly would have tried to keep you out of trouble," Tina said, "But I think we both know you wouldn't have listened." She set down the empty bottle and rocked Pumpernickel as he slowly drifted off to sleep, stroking the little patch of brown fur over his one eye.
Newt added the last sprinkle of powdered asphodel petals and a few drops of nettle essence and stirred the potion.
"I'm so glad I met you," Tina said suddenly, gazing at the sleeping niffler in her arms. "I love your creatures."
Newt laughed and corked a bottle of the sleeping draught. "So do I. There should be enough in there for about thirty uses. Just add a few drops to a glass of water, or something sweet, if you mind the taste."
Tina gently set Pumpernickel back in his cage and took the bottle from Newt. "Thanks. I think I could even sleep without it if I needed to, now." She smiled and he helped her up the crude staircase.
Back in her room, Tina sat on her bed and took the glass of water Newt handed her. She tipped a few drops of the drought into it and then set it on her nightstand without drinking it. "Will you stay?"
Newt raised an eyebrow and she turned to take one of her pillows. "There's an extra blanket at the foot of the bed."
Newt smiled and took the blanket and pillow and shook them out on the floor next to her bed. "You still ought to drink that," he said laying on his back with his arms behind his head to look up at Tina, who propped herself up on one elbow. "I know. I don't want to fall asleep just yet." She bit her lip and rolled onto her back, and they both looked up at the ceiling. "Do you think Queenie can hear me, ever?"
"I don't know," Newt said. "Do you think so?"
Tina breathed deeply for a moment. "I know she can hear me better than anyone else, and from further away--but I don't know how far. It's easier to hear if I'm in pain. She knew, when they were going to execute us, at MACUSA."
"She was in the building, though." Newt knew that wasn't the answer she wanted to hear.
"Yeah. I suppose not. I still talk to her sometimes, just in case." A pause.
"What do you say?" Newt prompted.
"Well, I say...I say her name, mostly. I say Queenie, I miss you. I say Queenie, I love you. I say Queenie, I'm sorry. I say please forgive me, Queenie. I love you." Tina sniffed and laughed a little. "Sometimes I think she can hear me, and that she's trying to answer me, in my dreams, but that's just--"
"Hopeful?" Newt suggested. Tina sighed. "I was going to say foolish."
"Hope is the wisdom of love," Newt said. "Worry is the foolishness."
Tina sniffed again and Newt rolled onto his side. "Drink your water now."

"Where's Newt?"
Jacob looked up at Theseus as he helped set the table for breakfast. "In his case, I assumed."
Theseus nodded. "Is Tina still asleep?"
"I'll check."
He walked down the hall and knocked gently on the door. "Tina? You awake?" He listened for a moment, then cracked the door open. Tina lay fast asleep in her bed, her chest rising and falling peacefully, and on the floor by her bed lay Newt, who seemed to have just woken up. He was laying on his back, arms behind his head on his pillow, gazing up at Tina thoughtfully. At Jacob's step he turned his head and put a finger to his mouth, then rose quietly.
"Breakfast's ready," Jacob said, glancing between Newt and Tina with some confusion.
Newt stroked the hair out of Tina's face, then stepped back and ushered Jacob out of the room. "Let her sleep."